Miranda had a slew of learned skills at which she could pass herself off as an exemplar, but preferred instead to apply her natural assets via a scandalous decolletage to ensorcell her male rivals. Heads turned as she walked into the meeting room, her dress much more revealing than one that would typify traditional business attire, but there were no complaints. Certain of the outcome, she tried to hide the grin on her face as she took her seat at the table and pulled the revised contracts from her briefcase. As she sat across from Mr. Oldham, the chief financial officer, she couldn't resist one final vainglorious attempt to put him in his place and establish a superior position before the bargaining began. "My face is up here, Mr. Oldham." "Thanks," he replied. "Being blind, I'm never quite sure where I'm looking." It would be a long and difficult negotiation.

You have a real knack for a surprising and twisty ending.The last two sentences convey so much: the utter defeat of Miranda's MO, and the image of a long and difficult negotiation stretching on endlessly as Miranda scrambles to regain ground.Poor Miranda. She got her just desserts. (Just desserts and décolletage make for decollesserts)